I’m in a lambo wit rims that got spinners ,
I can’t condone you if you don’t got respect ,
Cuz I’ll hit ya ,
Rich cat on a crotch rocket ,
Fourty fives from the pawn shop I cop often ,
Wit no problem ,
Spray your whip up ,
2pac ,
like who shot ya? ,
Lemon’s all in my mom’s fish ,
Goin to Long John’s livin it ,
with a AK ,
under my arm pits ,
Cat’s I swarm with ,
We hittin up stores and stealin Jordan shoes ,
I live life like a king I can’t afford to lose ,
I’m fortunate ,
I got what I’m supposed to get ,
I shine in a bolder whip ,
Stay cold wit it ,
Work on the strip ,
Go to the jeweler ,
and get a colder wrist ,
guidin the shots comin from the ghost I’m rollin in ,
uh ,
I’m hotter than parogies get ,
Think I pause wit the beef like I work at McDonalds? ,
Look ,
I drain shots in skulls like acid rain in a hollow ,
Judges gauge felonies on their seats ,
Soon as the focus off the jury the defense takes the heat ,
Cat’s try to son me like I can’t speak ,
Till I act five thirty four like my name was Memphis Bleek ,
Strangulation or Shots ,
You kill a man followin the code of the streets ,
Cat’s don’t plan to die ,
and that’s the code of the weak ,
If you shootin you better believe in your talent ,
Go to the pen a murderer after you knocked off the wildest